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Layers of Beauty
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I wrote this paragraph while I was at Church on the Beach.
The ocean waves of foam reach deeply into my spiritual feet
gently rinsing away my cares.
Over and Over.
Layer by Layer.
There is no place I need to be. Work is halted. Bills are on hold.
Dishes are done. Laundry mounds are unseen.
The essence of fresh salt water, deep woody sand,
and coconut sunscreen are carried into me with each warm breeze.
I can see myself again and my true heart.
I close my eyes and dream as the heat comforts my soul.
I am renewed.
When Marilyn talked about shedding the layers of our cares during praise and worship on Sunday. I thought more about this.
We are made this way, in layers. It takes time to really get down to the core of the heart when so many things are going on in our lives. To go back to pure beginnings, and to find the beauty that is hidden and yet, still beaming, within each layer.
Have you ever tried to make something - out of nothing?
When I knit a pattern it comes together, row by row. Knit, purl, knit two together, slip, slip, knit, purl, and then. . It’s a dishcloth! With one handy extra button to scrape the mac n cheese off of my toddler’s chair.
In scrapbooking I have learned that the prettiest pages are brought together layer by layer; vellum paper coordinated with colored paper and patterned paper. Pictures on mats; brads, eyelets, and stickers, stamps and embossed ink all finish the page. It takes time to create. It is a work of art.
Musical composers build pieces with Bass, Baritone, Tenor, Alto, and Soprano voice chords, rhythm, and guitar, brass and piano. There are so many things going on dancing together as the music moves in time.
Art is the place where we can feel the pleasure God felt when he created you and me. When He began with beauty; He added layer upon layer, with creativity and depth.
Somehow, Satan too adds to our layers. Adding worry and fear, discord and disharmony. I don’t ever want Satan thinking he can add a stitch or sing a verse in my song. I don’t want him to contribute to any layer of the beauty that God made me to be. So I take time for focus and reflection. I can feel the rhythm of the ocean waves as they take my cares away. While getting a massage the other week, it took time for muscles to let go of the stress in them. Finally. Once again, I am pure. Once again, I am renewed, and I can see the true me.
The ocean waves of foam reach deeply into my spiritual feet
gently rinsing away my cares.
Over and Over.
Layer by Layer.
There is no place I need to be. Work is halted. Bills are on hold.
Dishes are done. Laundry mounds are unseen.
The essence of fresh salt water, deep woody sand,
and coconut sunscreen are carried into me with each warm breeze.
I can see myself again and my true heart.
I close my eyes and dream as the heat comforts my soul.
I am renewed.
When Marilyn talked about shedding the layers of our cares during praise and worship on Sunday. I thought more about this.
We are made this way, in layers. It takes time to really get down to the core of the heart when so many things are going on in our lives. To go back to pure beginnings, and to find the beauty that is hidden and yet, still beaming, within each layer.
Have you ever tried to make something - out of nothing?
When I knit a pattern it comes together, row by row. Knit, purl, knit two together, slip, slip, knit, purl, and then. . It’s a dishcloth! With one handy extra button to scrape the mac n cheese off of my toddler’s chair.
In scrapbooking I have learned that the prettiest pages are brought together layer by layer; vellum paper coordinated with colored paper and patterned paper. Pictures on mats; brads, eyelets, and stickers, stamps and embossed ink all finish the page. It takes time to create. It is a work of art.
Musical composers build pieces with Bass, Baritone, Tenor, Alto, and Soprano voice chords, rhythm, and guitar, brass and piano. There are so many things going on dancing together as the music moves in time.
Art is the place where we can feel the pleasure God felt when he created you and me. When He began with beauty; He added layer upon layer, with creativity and depth.
Somehow, Satan too adds to our layers. Adding worry and fear, discord and disharmony. I don’t ever want Satan thinking he can add a stitch or sing a verse in my song. I don’t want him to contribute to any layer of the beauty that God made me to be. So I take time for focus and reflection. I can feel the rhythm of the ocean waves as they take my cares away. While getting a massage the other week, it took time for muscles to let go of the stress in them. Finally. Once again, I am pure. Once again, I am renewed, and I can see the true me.
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